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She stared dejectedly out the window and tried to think of something else, or more specifically someone else. He said they couldn’t be together, but she knew they could. I didn’t matter if he was older, or poor. She knew he was dangerous but she loved him despite it. Slowly she stood, walked up to the cracked mirror hanging in the hallway, closed her eyes and strewed her face up in concentration. She let out a sigh when she finally forced herself to look and was again disappointed . Her hair was still stubbornly brown and a single tear escaped.

The forest was quiet, but she could still hear the rapid pitter patter of her heart. It made her physically ache, with every bone in her body, to realise that her son might be part of the aftermath of the battle — he could likely have become one of the many casualties from the battle.

She did not want to be here; she wanted so badly to return to the castle and hold Draco in her arms and know without a certainty that he was alive.

Absently, she wondered if Harry Potter’s mum would have felt the same way.

Thank you to Hokey for the beautiful banner. And thank you to everyone who nominated and judged --I'm so grateful to you <3.

It shattered. Just like that. One moment it was together, the next moment it was apart. Broken, fragmented, shattered.

Life. It’s fragile, albeit tangible -- like glass. And so is love. You can die from a broken heart, you know. I’m not going to die from a fractured heart, however.

I have ruined much already by meddling with magic. I will stay here; I will make amends. I will live for Ariana… and for the hope that one day my heart will mend itself, that one day it will meld itself together again.

We’re best friends, he’d said. Best friends. He’d always look out for me. He’d always be there. He’d be my protection, my partner, my companion, my shoulder to cry on. In exchange I’d defend him, sit with him, learn with him, laugh with him, put so much time into him, try to save him from the darkness around him.

But now, as I hurry to defend him once more, his face is twisted in anger, and as he looks at me, that darkness is in his eyes.

Once upon a time, they were best friends and sisterly soul mates. They looked out for each other and were always there whenever the other person got depressed.

However, one day, everything changed. One of the girls eloped and got married to her best friend's lover. No matter how much her friend begged her to stay, she refused. She was selfish, yes, she knew that, but she didn't regret her decision although it was hard to not think about her best friend.